Written by; Libra Librachi

Short description;

Basically me telling you about my Nickpillow. (A pillow with Nick's picture on it)

Alright, I admit it... I'm a mentally-ill girl. My room shows that I'm insanely obsessed. The walls, the sealing, and my floor are covered with big and small posters. Even the closets, the bedroom-door and my bed are under the stickers and little pictures of him... My one and only true true love; Nick Carter.

I have a very special bond with the posters. I tell them stuff, they listen... But I got an even more special band with a pillow. Nickpillow is my best friend in the whole world! He goes where ever I go. I have conversations with him, sometimes he talks back...

My parents are a little worried about it. They think it's not normal for a 16 year old to be talking with walls and pillows. So, they decided it would be best if I went under treatment with a shrink...

"So, Libra, is it not...? Why are you talking with a pillow?" the shrink asked. I grabbed my Nickpillow and held it closely. "Tell her it's none of her business!" Nickpillow whispered. "That's none of your business!" I said. "Why not? Is it a secret? We all know you're talking to your posters and to that pillow your holding right now... But all we really want to know, is why?" the shrink asked. I looked at Nickpillow, who was smirking at me in a strange way. "Some people talk to their car or to their dead bird... I talk to my posters and to Nickpillow." I said. "Is that his name?" the shrink asked. "Yes... Nickpillow is my best friend... He goes where I go." I said. "But it's just a pillow! Don't you want to go out and do things like all the other normal girls your age?!" the shrink asked. "Like what? Most girls my age either hoe around, or starve themselves! What's normal about that?" I asked. "You're talking to a pillow!" the shrink said. Nickpillow became a bit pissed. "Tell her she should piss off!" he whispered. "Nickpillow wants you to piss off!" I said. "Did he said that, or did you think you heard him saying that?" the shrink asked. "It's just a wad of cotton wool and two smelly rags!" Now Nickpillow became even angrier. "Tell her she looks like Ellen!" he whispered. "Nickpillow said you look like Ellen!" I said. "That's enough! We're gonna burn that pillow!" the shrink said.

That was the last drop. Nickpillow jumped from my lap and looked the shrink straight in her eyes. "Now listen! You mind-controlling, bloodsucking dike! I've had enough of you!" he said. The shrink jumped from her chair. "What in the hell?!" she screamed. "Yes, that's exactly where you're going!" Nickpillow said as he climbed on her chair. "Get away from me! Libra, tell the pillow to back off!" the shrink begged. "Sorry, but you made him mad. I guess you should say you're sorry for hurting his feelings..." I said. "What?! It's just a pillow! It doesn't have any feelings or what-so-ever! I'm not gonna apologize to that smelly thing!" she said. "You're dead meat now!" Nickpillow said, as he jumped from the chair onto the bookcase. He climbed to the video-tape section and grabbed one of those boring sickening video's. Then he climbed to the TV. and the VCR, did the tape in the VCR and turned the TV. on. It was an episode of "Eeek the cat", a nightmare to shrinks everywhere. "No! Make it stop!" she begged. Then Nick started to sing an N'Sync song... Shrinks only listen to Garth Brooks or to "The bold and the beautifull" songs... They couldn't stand such horrification!

The next thing I knew, 2 big men took the shrink away on a stretcher, wearing a straitjacket. "That thing is alive! Alive I tell ya!" she shouted. "Shure, yeah, whatever you say ma'am..." the 2 men said as they took her away.

That's' the 10th shrink who got crazy in 2 days! My parents figured it would be better if they just let it be. Who knows I would just grew out of it someday... After all, Nickpillow is just a wad of cotton wool and some rags, right?